Marcus lounged on the couch with the newspaper spread out in front of him. He was probably the only guy who refused to get his news online. Showing up at the house with the paper and a coffee seemed to be his thing. And Jason. He stood bent over the kitchen counter on his elbows, studying something on his phone. Jason looked up as soon as Sawyer shut the door. Dropping his phone, he stood up. “Where the hell have you been?” The paper rustled and Marcus gave Sawyer a quick glance. “By the looks of it, getting lucky.” If being lucky meant realizing that he’d already failed Hailey before they even met. She was looking for someone to blame for Rob’s death. She wanted it all to make sense and for the pieces to be clear. Life just didn’t work that way. There was so much she didn’t know. A man had come into camp in Afghanistan, disguised and dangerous, and opened fire. He caused the bloodshed but the shooting never should have happened.
